Allusive Aftershock by Susan Griscom


Allusive Aftershock

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Book Name: Allusive Aftershock
Author: Susan Griscom
Publisher: Amber Glow Books
Release date: December 18, 2012
Genre: Young Adult, Paranormal
Warnings: Unavailable
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Other Novels: Reflections, Whisper Cape, Brief Interludes
Book Trailer: Unavailable
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Author Site: Website, Blog
Buying Locations: Ebook, Paperback

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What happens when a major earthquake changes life as you know it and the boy you thought you hated ends up saving you? Three times!

Courtland Reese is the guy everyone hates and makes fun of because … well, he is weird. He communicates with animals. Strange or interesting, seventeen-year-old Adela Castielle can’t quite figure out, but when he saves her from being trampled by her own horse, she begins to understand him a little better and wants to learn more about him.

But, Max—her best friend/dream guy/someday-to-be-her-husband-only-he-doesn’t-know-it-yet—hates Courtland with a passion. Adela wants to know why, except neither boy is talking.

When Max leaves her stranded in his parents’ wine cave with his worst enemy, Courtland, after what the experts are calling a “megathrust” earthquake, Adela starts to question her loyalty to Max as steamy kisses in a dark damp cellar only fuel her emotions with more conflict.

But does she really have time to worry about that when fire, destruction and mayhem surround her?

Courtland Reese, Bio

I’m Courtland Reese. Some call me Court, which I suppose is okay. I was born in a little town called Pleasant Ridge. It’s more small because of the amount of people than it is for its dimensions. Most homes are at least a quarter mile apart and a few spreads are actually wineries. Several of the houses are what’s known around here as horse properties. Pleasant Ridge is set in the sierra foothills in northern California just west of Lake Tahoe.
I’m looking forward to attending Sac State next fall. Hopefully, with a partial scholarship and working part time, I’ll be able to pull it off, no sense on counting on my Dad for help. Sac State’s not too far from here, but far enough to get away from this town and all the rumors about me and my little talent.
I’ve always had this gift of being able to communicate with animals. We simply understand each other. I sometimes have the ability to sense certain things about people too, though I like to keep that to myself. Some think it is a gift, however, many think it is sort of freaky. I guess it depends on which side of the fence you’re standing on. See my mom was a Miwok. That’s a Native American indigenous to these parts. Some ancient ancestors of mine called my gift, “swishing.” I looked it up once. It means to become one mind. At least that wasn’t as freaky as shape shifting or some other wild ability my ancestors claimed to have had. I’m not sure “swishing” can really be referred to as an ability. Maybe, if you consider that most people can’t do it, I guess it might be. A lot of people can’t play the piano, I suppose that’s an ability too.
I grew up with just my dad since my mom passed away when I was ten. He might as well have died along with her though. He spends most days with his best friend, Jack, drinking himself into a state of semiconsciousness, you might say I really raised myself. Dad claims it helps him cope with the loss of my mother.
This odd talent I possess never added anything great to my life. Most people are afraid of me and stay clear. I don’t mind too much, except for Adela. I would love to get to know her better. I’d take her and her family over mine or anybody else’s, any day. Adela is beautiful and kind, though she doesn’t talk to me often, I know in my heart she must be kind and gentle. The few times we have spoken—mostly about her horse since her dad has hired me a couple of times to help out in the barn—she’s been very sweet. Sweet as an angel. At least she is when she’s not hanging around with Max.
A lot of the kids called me a freak when I was growing up. That’s mostly because of Max, though. Max and I were best friends up until the fourth grade. It was right after my mother died. We had a fight and ended up hating each other. You see, I got the dog, but he got the girl.

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My friends and family know me as Susan Griscom, but I write the Whisper Cape series under the name of Regan Walsh. Visit my blog:

I daydream often and sometimes my daydreams interrupt my daydreams. So I write to remember them. If I didn’t write, I think my mind would explode from an overload of fantasy and weirdness. To the annoyance of my friends and family, my characters sometimes become a part of my world. During my childhood, I would frequently get in trouble in school for daydreaming. Eventually, my vivid imagination paid off and I had the privilege of writing and co-directing my sixth-grade class play—a dreadful disaster, though not from my writing, of course, I must blame it on the acting.

I enjoy writing about characters living in small quaint towns and tend to lean toward the unusual and spooky.

My paranormal playing field delves into a different milieu, abandoning vampires and werewolves, but not discounting them. Someday I might like to write a novel about vamps and those furry creatures. But for now I like the bizarre mixed with romance. A strong hero or heroine confronted with extraordinary forces of nature, powers and capabilities gets my blood running hot.

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